I'm patrick/phatrick Jay Yabut
Westside of Melbourne
You know when you see things that can spark memories from the past? How a picture, a few words, a song or even a place bring back things you’ve tried so hard to forget about?
I hate it. I hate trying to pretend that im happy when i’m not, that i’m over everything and that i’ve forgotten about what happened.
It just makes me so angry seeing you acting all pretentious after what has happened. So obnoxious and ignorant.. zzz
I’m glad i kinda had the courage to go up and talk to you today. Even though i looked like shit and you still looked as good as ever. Ha, you still make my heart beat faster and make me nervous as hell. I’ve always had this anger towards you. This hate of what you did to me, i’m glad to say i guess i’ve matured and let it all go. I’m pretty happy you’re with a good guy that’ll take care of you aswell. I know cos we kick it with him sometimes.. weird how things work out in the end. I do miss you though, maybe one day we can be proper friends again.